The girl looked only eighteen or nineteen, and upon seeing Lu Tingchuan, she jumped in surprise, almost screaming, "You—you… why is it you…"
"What about me?" Lu Tingchuan raised an eyebrow. "Have we met?"
"Don't come any closer!"
"Kiss me and I'll let you go," Lu Tingchuan said, "Do me a favor? I'll pay whatever you ask."
Upon hearing Lu Tingchuan say this, the girl suddenly reached out and slapped him.
Lu Tingchuan was stunned by the slap.
The girl didn't say anything and turned around to run away.
Lu Tingchuan: "..."
"What happened?" Yan Ziyan slightly leaned his head over and asked him, "Got hit?"
"…Was it really necessary for just a kiss?" Lu Tingchuan only felt his face hurt, she looked like a frail little girl, but her slap was too fierce.
And strangely, this girl gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he seemed to have no memory of her at all.
"You must have approached her the wrong way," Yan Ziyan said, "What did you say to her?"
